Reflet Dans L'eau

clouds have fallen into the waters
will their mamas rescue them?
what will the skies become now

the fingerpaint sun spreads like a rose
or God, in swirls of gold, my thumbprint.
even the trees are melting there

in drips of green
from a thick brush gleamed.

does no one care?
then you look half dissolved in tears and still the clouds
chase lace on lace through the atmosphere

while the sun tints them vermillion.
and as for the trees, the trees
rimming the lake still shake their green

laughing above dark waters.

they were only looking in the mirror,
you explained to me.
and you child have your riddle.

if you want to, keep it.
put it in your locket.
and I did.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2015;17 march 2016